By mid morning my shirt was a different, darker brown, the only kind of color change that takes place when you are doing your laundry, caught in a rain shower, or drenched in sweat. The sad thing was that is was only 10AM. Either I’m not in shape like I used to be or it’s just plain hot and humid. My guess is that it is a combination of both. Up above the vultures circled, and I thought that if I just lay down they might take their opportunity.

Yesterday I was working on the old field, where I first planted bulbs over three years ago. I was harvesting some of our hoop petticoats (Narcissus bulbocodium) to fill the rest of our wholesale orders for the year. Unfortunately, I have not tended to the old field as well as I should have, and the grass has not been mowed in sometime. The tall habitat provided the perfecting nesting ground for a group of wasp. They had set up shop right were I needed to dig. A few swings of the shovel and some running, and I managed to secure the area. The wasp flew to another tall weed to regroup and rest in the heat of the day.

Inside my green zone I continued to harvest the bulbs. Across the way thunderclouds continued to build behind the first barn we used when moving here. It now houses old sweet potato bushel baskets. Around 2PM I finished with the hoop petticoats and drove to the other barn to package some bulbs. The clouds there made a spectacular display, as large anvil shaped thunderstorms accumulated and collected the sun. They shone bright between the cracks of the lower, shaded clouds. I picked up a picture book once that contained nothing but pictures of clouds. I loved the idea and the brilliant blues, whites, and grays were amazing. Soon though, I found myself bored with the book and put it down for someone else to purchase.